The Bag That Wasn't There

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A B&E in progress was the call to which they went,

Two units and a wagon, by radio were sent.

Wayne was in the wagon and Rich was in a car,

They both arrived quite quickly, they weren't very far.

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The witnesses were waiting, the suspect held quite tight,

The suspect stayed real quiet, he did not want to fight.

Charlebois took custody and read a section ten,

Wayne took out his notebook and then his trust y pen.

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He recorded all the info to put on the wagon slip,

And now the suspect started to give them both a little lip.

Rich led him to the wagon, to put him in the box,

Then he searched his pockets, he even checked his socks.

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He checked through all his clothing, but nothing could be found,

Except a little knife which was tossed onto the ground.

Wayne did not observe, all the searching that was done,

So he searched him also, just in case he had a gun.

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He looked during the suspects jacket, and the pocket of his pants,

The suspect took it calmly, and maintained his rigid stance.

After finding nothing, Wayne opened up the door,

Then the suspect climbed in and sat upon the floor.

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Wayne departed quickly and headed for the jail,

He had all the proper paperwork he spelled knew he couldn't fail.

There he left the suspect and headed for the road,

So he could be available to receive another load.

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Well the jail staff took the suspect and put him in the cage,

And when they were quite ready, pulled out a booking page.

The suspect was brought forward by one thousand eighty five,

He told the suspect nicely not to give him any jive.

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Just empty out your pockets said the jailor to the Crook,

Put it all upon the counter, we will list it in our book.

McClintock' s eyes were bulging from something they had seen,

A little plastic bag jammed full of leafy green.

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It was hanging from a pocket where everyone could see,

A bag of marijuana, enough for P. P. T.

The moral of the story is to search your suspects well,

So the sergeant in the jail is not forced to give you Hell.

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This time it was a baggy, but it could have been a gun,

And the boys up in the jail have no place they can run.

Nor do they have a weapon to aid them in their fight,

It's a dangerous situation, so remember, search them right.

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P. C. 664 T. J. Gowdyk 84-01-10 (14)

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